Dominating Martial King Chapter 169 - 169 166 Yang Yan Divine Eye

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“It seems I really have traveled through ti—”

In the luxurious and exquisitely decorated carriage, Zong Shou was expressionlessly looking at a round mirror before him.

The reflection in the mirror was clearly that of an underage boy, about thirteen, pale-faced.

However, his features were unusually handso and exquisitely perfect.

A pair of narrow phoenix eyes shone brightly, but at that mont, they were filled with bitterness and helplessness.

He rembered that not long ago, he had still had an utterly ordinary face—one that would absolutely go unnoticed in a crowd.

Yet, unexpectedly, after waking from that dream, his body had turned into such a handso man.

Although slightly sickly and frail, he was without a doubt exceptionally handso.

Even the top male stars known for their good looks in TV shows from his previous life couldn’t compare.

If there was sothing lacking, it was only the aura.

At this mont, however, Zong Shou felt no joy at all, but rather felt utterly at a loss.

It was as if a fish that had been free and swimming in the sea had suddenly co onto land.

In this world, apart from the suffocating strangeness, there was also a sense of fear and loneliness.

Unwilling to give up, Zong Shou pinched his cheek hard, and imdiately felt a burst of pain.

Naturally, he found no signs of costic surgery on his face.

“—There is pain; could this not be a dream?

But who am I now?

And this place, where exactly is it?”

‘Zong Shou’ was the na in the mories of the body he currently inhabited.

He had another na in his past life, but in this situation, it beca aningless to him.

After muttering to himself for a few sentences, Zong Shou sighed and turned his gaze away.

He was filled with despair, having given up on the idea of returning or ‘waking from this dream.’

In fact, he had been in this world for several days already.

Almost every ti he woke up, he would repeat the sa actions as before.

Today was already the seventh day.

Looking at the style of the carriage’s interior, it seed to be from ancient China, yet not quite right.

Upon pulling back the curtain, he saw vast expanses of wilderness outside, endless and lush, which invigorated the spirit.

The air was also fresh and clean, without a hint of the pollution of the modern world.

However, looking further down, he noticed that despite having wheels, the carriage was hovering three feet above the ground.

The sixteen single-horned horses in front also moved through the air, capable of undulating up and down.

Thus, although the carriage was huge—with just the cabin being forty square ters in size—no matter the complexity of the terrain, it moved as if on flat ground.

At that mont, no one was steering in front, and it was speeding straight ahead toward the distance.

The sword marks and slashes on both sides of the carriage were also very concerning.

Zong Shou felt dizzy and collapsed onto the velvet-covered soft couch.

Then, with just a slight thought, a series of fragnted mory images floated up in his mind.

They were all shattered and incomplete.

Many of them contained text, quite a few faces, and also, there was a towering mountain that pierced the clouds and an unbelievably large academy occupying most of an island in a lake.

It felt both unfamiliar and familiar, and there was vaguely a sense of fear.

Such emotions were indeed bizarrely complicated.

At the deepest part of his mind, the only mory that remained was of countless mysterious characters combined into one, forming a complete book.

These characters were entirely different from any language in his world.

Yet, they felt extrely familiar to him, almost as if he had mastered them in his previous life.

“Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique?

And this Demon Language.

Could it be that this place is really the Divine Emperor World?”

Zong Shou’s lips twitched slightly, but his face was full of confusion and helplessness.

—”Divine Emperor” was a globally popular online ga that started in 2012.

It was unclear which ga company had developed it, and all the related gaming equipnt also suddenly appeared on the market.

It seed as if overnight, the entire Earth had moved from 2D and 3D online gas to the era of virtual holographic “Illusion Realm.”

And whether it was that academy, that mountain, or these demon clan characters in his mind, he had seen them all before in the Divine Emperor in his previous life.

Right, he rembered that in his previous life, his last conscious mont was in the “Divine Emperor” ga.

Combat among the Seven Emperors of Cloud Realm.

Alone with a sword, he fought against many.

But at the last mont, his body suddenly felt an electric shock, and he lost all consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was in a different body.

And everything around him was no longer the familiar Earth.

So now, was he in the ga, or was this a real world?

Or perhaps, did this world have so connection to “Divine Emperor”?

As his head spun again, Zong Shou simply gave up on thinking altogether.

In this train compartnt, since he had nothing else to do, Zong Shou took out a Green Steel Sword, about three feet long, and started practicing his swordsmanship in the relatively spacious compartnt.

His footsteps moved forward and backward, shifting in harmony with his body, making the sword light shine within the confined space of the compartnt.

Just as in his previous life, each sword form, each step, was precise to the extre, nearly perfect.

Yet, he had only practiced the Basic Swordsmanship for half a mont before Zong Shou was gasping for breath, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

And the figure of the sword light inevitably started to distort.

It was only by clinging to his innate, indomitable spirit that he kept from collapsing completely.

When the last of his strength was finally exhausted, Zong Shou stopped the sword light and sat gasping on the couch.

Only when his intense concentration finally dispersed could he feel the pain in all his limbs and organs, as if they were being seared by flas.

This exercise was not rely out of boredom, but rather out of genuine unease.

The world around him, as well as his own situation, filled him with a sense of crisis and urgency.

He was anxious to gain so strength, at the very least, so ability to protect himself.

In “Divine Emperor,” everything was made to feel realistic: martial arts, languages, senses, combat, even everyday necessities had a complete system.

Most players relied on the system’s default settings to play and fight, not caring to understand more.

However, so would try their best to learn all sorts of knowledge and languages within Divine Emperor, delve into the principles of various martial arts, and deeply comprehend everything about this world.

They might even break free from the ga’s constraints and create their own breakthroughs based on the existing foundation.

Zong Shou was not only one of them but was among the best of such people.

Basic Swordsmanship, Basic Boxing, Basic Lightness, Basic Evasion, Basic Step Technique, Basic Guarding, Basic Inner Strength—he had thoroughly studied almost all the fundantals of a martial artist,